As my obsesion with Knife rised, I wanted something more physical to express my love for him. I orginally made a paper(cardboard) doll of him but it wasn't enough. Later it ocurred to me something AWESOME: to make a plush of him. And so I did. I asked my mom to buy me the fabric, the rest of stuff was already in home.
I was realy exited for this, very really really very really very very very really exited, but of course, as I always do, I burned out fast. I only did half of the body and I was already having an autistic seizure or, as I called it, a spontaneous lobotomy. Again, I asked my mom to teach me use her sewing machine.
I sucked at it.
I know, I know, "You suck at it because you just started!" buddy I don't give a shit, I wanted to finish it fast, if I have to learn to use that I'm going to last the same amount of time as if I sew by hand. I even wanted to take it with me to the theater to see the minecraft movie, but alas, that was not the case, oh no. My little project was abandoned for quite some time, like, a lot of it, all of the time, all of it. After a while I decided to finish it. HOWEVER, at exactly 15 minutes of sewing i realized... I was sewing the wrong part. i was so distressed I even made this:
Truly devastating. After that I got on a hiatus again.
One day I don't know what possessed me but... I finished, I did half of the plush in 2 days and it was... done. When i had it in my arms all done I couldn't believe it.
Since then we have been very happy, we are always having a great time with the company of each other.
I love my boyfriend <3.